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“Baby, when are you gonna figure out that if you don’t finish, I don’t finish?”

I rolled my eyes. “I will later. And you’re gonna make it extra fun.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I nodded. “I want some ass play.”

“Are you stayin’ here tonight?”

“Do you have the very special vibrator?” I challenged.

He grinned. “You know I do.”

“Then, yeah, I’m staying here tonight.”

“Doc,” Doom bellowed, banging on his door, interrupting his response. “You’re supposed to be startin’.”

“Comin’!” Doc called, then kissed me again. “Be good. Gator and Milky are your chaperones.”

I shrugged. “I’ll be too drunk to care.”

“You better not be too drunk to care about that vibrator up your ass, Liv, or I won’t use it.”

I shivered. “Okay, I’ll pace myself.”

He kissed me again. “I’ll see you later.”

I nodded and he left me, and I quickly realized he hadn’t told me he loved me. I frowned. Something was seriously off with him and I was suddenly freaked.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called Clementine.

“Hey, stranger, how are you?” she said, after answering immediately.

“Freaked, honestly.”

“Why?”

I filled her in on Doc’s strange actions and our recent argument and she sighed. “You know it’s not normal how you don’t seem to have cool-down time between a fight and makeup sex?”

“It’s actually not as abnormal as you think,” I countered. “At least for him. I tend to hold grudges longer than he does.”

“You don’t say,” she deadpanned.

“Which is why this is all crazy.”

“Honey, you need to give him a break.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“At the risk of pissing you off, he’s taken your grief and his on without help from anyone, and it sounds like he might be ready to voice his opinion about that.”

“Excuse me, the best friend handbook does not allow for the second party to take the side of the significant other,” I ground out. “It isalwayshos before bros.”

“You are my only ho, Liv. You never have to doubt that. And I agree, this is out of character for Doc. But give him a break. It’s the anniversary of Mandi’s passing, honey. Let him grieve in his own way. Just be there for him.”

I sighed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just wish I could help him.”

“Which is exactly how he feels about you most of the time.”